BlueBucksClan - Here Wit Us lyrics

In the field fucking up my kicks
I don't even punt got a box in these shoes
I ain't gon' even stunt
All these hundreds in this room
Make a nigga krump
Skinny nigga, but my pockets bold
Sherman Klump
I ain't fucking with you niggas
Like I'm Donald Trump
Where was you when I was broke down
Need a jump?
Bimmer, we was on the four, we was ridin'
In the front thick, nigga, we was not hidin'
Came from shootin' ones, yeah
I was strikin'
Young niggas in the alley, we was fightin'
Throwin' eggs at these cars
While they drivin'
Now we pullin' up in Bentleys
Ain't no Jeeps
If them bitches on my feet, thеy ain't cheap
If I fucked and nevеr called, that pussy weak
She bleedin'
So I'm in her throat for a week
Ain't no diamonds, just plain jane, bitch
With the Philippe
Mixing Louis with the Fendi, all that Kappa
You can keep it
Had a dream that I drowned 'cause
I'm dripping in my sleep
Dozed off Gucci'd down
But Balencis on my feet
Asking me if I want dome, duh, bitch
What you think?
Can't get close to my bitch, yeah
Like that bitch stink
Double F's and G's all on my bitch
Ain't no PINK
You ain't with the Clan, nigga, hell nah
We can't link

Hell nah, we can't link
I got Henny and D'USSÉ, what you drink?
, all these niggas tryna meet
Niggas hating but they got it on repeat
Alexanders on my feet
Real thick Black bitch, pussy pink
Nigga thought he seen Meek, that was me
Only niggas in the Wraith on the E
Niggas hoes, man, I swear to God
Scary nigga, almost
Call his ass B-Rabbit, he stay with his moms
Bitch, I like head, I don't want no handjob

We just hit a double double
We was in and out
All these hundreds here, nigga
Like we print 'em out
Niggas mad that we ball
Y'all keep sittin' out
Your bitch like a wild dog
She keep gettin' out
Loud pipes on these coupes, yeah
They spittin' out
You ain't with the Clan, nigga
You ain't here with us
We got gas, we got juice
Ain't no beer with us
Same hoes that I dog take you year to fuck

We just hit a double double
We was in and out
All these hundreds here, nigga
Like we print 'em out
Niggas mad that we ball
Y'all keep sitting out
Your bitch like a wild dog
She keep getting out
Loud pipes on these coupes, yeah
They spittin' out
You ain't with the Clan, nigga
You ain't here with us
We got gas, we got juice
Ain't no beer with us
Same hoes that I dog take you year to fuck